Crawl Back to Bed
Drag yourself into the familiar pile of chilled blankets and fuzzy memories, enveloped in the one place you dare express your humanity.
Crawl back to bed, you savage creature.
Crawl back to familiar rot and decay, where your beastly emotions can run a rampage in the dark of your discarded room.
Let the anger and the pain hold you in the way no human ever could, let it coddle you and nurse you back to health.
Poor thing.
You crave this, don’t you? This bitterness and resentment that cradles your mind and feeds your forsaken thoughts.
So desperate to be loved. Noticed. Perhaps then you will feel a connection to humanity again.
They tell you you’re human, sure they do, but it doesn’t click, does it?
You’re too far gone. Too willing to fall prey to lies and deceit just to feel as if you belong.
You whine and beg and plead, hoping that this will be the last heartbreak. But it never is.
Poor thing. Poor beast.
Crawl back to bed.
Featured Image: “The dog in darkness” by kazukichi is licensed under CC BY-NC-ND 2.0.
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